Friday, January 26, 2007
i need to hide under a skirt!!
victoria thy sons are we
and we will not forget
victoria thy triumphs see
and victories we share yet :D :D :D
wee ling and choon cheng!
if you look closely, choon cheng's eyes look like this -> ^^ SUPER cute! ;D
outside the pretty clean toilets. hur.
peiqi after running. peiqi with the once nice looking cake.
thanks for buying the cake dah! ((: we always go home together. i'm so glad someone else takes 55 from my class TOO.
oohooh!i was SO encouraged today when they called all the people who lived in the north(serangoon, angmokio, bishan, yiochukang.. yadayada)to the front of the hall and i saw a beeeg mass standing there. i'm so glad they're setting up the bus thingy. but hurhur. it's easier to just follow aunty susan, cheaper too. ^^ we're not the only few who have to travel to the different ends of singapore to go to school. ><
GREEEEEEN. weeling, yuping (little creature- CHEMREP.) huangyu (HAHAHAHAHA)
in the tree house! [kenneth the LAME koala.]
YIXIANG with his green specs and spoilt watch and many many bags.
KAHSIONG. HAHAHAHAH. our assistant ct rep. :D
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDWARD!! ;))
07S54 <3
not even you.
so they said.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
i know love does not envy
BUT BUT BUT this is KILLING ME. joanne's like 300m away from rain while i'm moping in my room like 30 KILOMETRES away from him. the thought of it makes me cry. :'(
i wish my dream of rain came true like NOW.
how can you not love..
his smile, his bod, his eyes, his jaw, his chest, his voice, his dance moves, his cool clothes. love him. (:
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Your bitter goodbye is ringing through this quiet night,
This idle hour just wont pass.
I've never missed you this much, never thought I would,
Didn't think you'd feel so far away.
Your summer perfume is still blowing through this hallway,
Autumn's amber red shadows dance.
I miss our midnight rides, on highway 18,
18 is gone.
So go past the lights and all the excuses.
You could have left, sincerely yours.
Don't you think it's obvious that I want to say more?
But anything too daring to say to you,
Will be said in this letter, then burned away,
So you never realize, I'm here.
I'm thinking of your vague reply,
So I can understand,
Why we put this at rest,
Why we forget to,
Say that we were leaving,
And say that we were sorry,
The past remains unspoken,
As this vacant night is dying.
But I still miss your summer perfume.
This cold air brings in such a distance to us,
Such a painful distance.
But I'm still waiting for you to say, you hate me now,
So I don't have too.
Hold on to this burning heart,
This burning heart is getting old,
It's getting old.
While sitting on this cold kitchen floor,
Head down to hide the tears,
I've realized, I've finally realized,
That you were never,
You were never meant, for me.
^^
back to the way it was 10x
i'm sorry for what i was scared of, but it's too late.
today, pastor kenneth was telling us how the 300 spartan soldiers were chosen. He said the king told everybody that the men were chosen in accordance to their wives. Cos he knew that the men were going to die, and whether (whichever country the spartans came from) could survive depended on the responses of the 300 wives. HURHUR. behind every successful man is a woman. i thought that was really really cool.
men can't live without us. ;)
i have a LOT more i want to blog. but ugh. i've gotta sleep. ):
seeyou korkor/pastor chris! :D
so they said.
